This is one view of the “Motion Sickness” Installation, including Sara’s Legs.
One of my most requested images of all time. My friend Sara and I sitting on the fire escape outside of her Brooklyn apartment. This photo is part of the series titled ”Motion Sickness”, which includes 22 additional images.
When all together, the images are shown in a linear series side by side to create a narrative. The panels wrap uninterrupted around each wall within the gallery.
Now having said that (and before continuing), I should upload the installation views.
I think every child wishes for an eternal summer. Many of my childhood memories revolve around green trees, long days, warm sun and time unaccounted for. It was all about discovery and adventure without fear of getting lost.
That is one of the many things I miss about living on the east coast…….the anticipation of summer. Since we live in Arizona, the seasons are a small luxury that I dream of. I tell my daughter tales of what I did during the summer when I was her age, leaving my house at dawn and returning only after dusk. It was about being outside and playing with what was out there.
2009 is a different time and I think that some of the stories get lost in translation. One thing for sure is that I will always have a a love for June 21st.
Barbara Tannenbaum Visits Photolucida in Portland, Oregon
Your name: Barbara Tannenbaum
Your position: Director of Curatorial Affairs
Date of your experience: April 23-26, 2009
Time of your experience: All day, each day
Galleries/shows/events you will discuss: Photolucida, national photography reviews in Portland, Oregon
“I spent April 23-26 doing every curator’s favorite part of the job—looking at art. I was in Portland, Oregon, at Photolucida, one of three major American photography conferences. These meetings bring curators, dealers and publishers face-to-face with fine art photographers and their works. Photography is the only medium that does this type of event! Reviewers sit at individual tables and every 20 minutes another artist sits down with a portfolio to view and discuss. Also offered are lectures and exhibitions. In Portland, there were 60 reviewers and 160 artists.
I love these events. Seeing original art is so much more revealing and satisfying than looking at reproductions (remember when you look at the images accompanying this!). I get the all-too-rare opportunity to spend time swapping information and news with colleagues and artists from around the country. And the reviews are like pop quizzes. You have about 5-7 minutes to digest work you’ve never seen before, figure out how you can best help the artist and decide how to express your opinion in a kind but direct way—to verbalize what makes good art and how to make it into better art.
Of course. every artist secretly dreams of being “discovered” and made into an instant art star! Most of them, being experienced professionals, are content to receive serious critical responses from 20 or 30 of the top people in the photo world. And each year, some artists receive offers of shows, books or representation.
There were a number of projects that showed great promise but were still gestating. Some of my favorites of those that seemed “ripe” are listed below (in no particular order, and not at all well represented by reproduction on the web)”.
“-borderline by Desiree Edkins of Scottsdale, instantly reached me on an emotional level. Ostensibly photographs of Edkins’s daughter, this series clearly addressed much deeper and broader issues including the artist’s relationship with her mother, the fragility of our mind’s mooring in the external world, and the perils and tensions of childhood.“
Thank you Barbara.
You can visit the Akron Art Museum at http://www.akronartmuseum.org/
In my 35 years, I have only found 2 state license plates with my name. New Mexico, and now Oregon.
Just one of the many wonderful things to come out of Photolucida this year in Portland. 6 days, 60 reviewers, 160 photographers. I am really excited about the response to my work, and am now beginning the business of follow up. Thank you to everyone that I met, reviewed with, talked too, ate with, sat with, waited for, drank with and stayed with. It was a pleasure. Thank You!
Woke up in Washington DC, I have never slept better. My mind was clear and my heart filled.
I have been editing my next project, yet untitled. The images so far have been somewhat void of my daughter, a new direction. Temporary I’m sure, none the less a welcome surprise.
Stay tuned.
This is tiger.
This is Tiger after I brought him back to life twice. It was amazing.
I came home to find him floating on top of the bowl, and I someway, somehow, remembered seeing someone revive a fish by pulling it backwards against the flow of the water (forcing it through its gills). It worked.
I feel that he earned the rights to the bathtub.
He was happy and free for an entire night, and then he died again.
No more goldfish.
Happy New Year. 2009.
Thank You.
I found a long lost envelope of Polaroids in the closet today, nearly a hundred images that I had forgot existed. I am beginning to appreciate the impermanence of objects, I think I love them more now then when I took them 6 years ago.
Rio Grande, New Mexico
There is something about New Mexico that is enchanting. It is mysterious and beautiful without being boastful. It was a trip that taught me that mother nature will always win. We were horseback riding along the Rio Grande when a storm suddenly hit; producing freezing rain, painful hail, lightning, 50 mph wind gusts and maybe a tornado and a hurricane. All of this with only one tree for shelter, stuck, in the middle of the desert. The path we had taken was no longer there, flash floods washed out the roads. There was no going back. A team in 4 wheel drive trucks had to come out and pluck us from the rain waters that created rivers and waterfalls from the tops of the mountains in minutes. It was one of the times that I thought I might actually die. I owe it to our guides Emmet and Ernesto for their patience and serenity. I took this photo at the beginning of our ride. I was so thankful that my camera made it through.
